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I say fuck it
They sayin really we ain't having it
I'm like you don't know the half of it
And if you stand there stupid waiting for an ovation
Well then bitch, I'mma have to clap at ya
Damn, I hope that you can walk it off
It's really a shame that you can't duck down a little faster
Now you on ya knees like ya bowin to a master but
This ain't slavery
You ain't shit to me
You ain't piss to me
You ain't spit to me
Your bitch? Well, she can suck a dick for me
If I get it up for that old dirty dirty
I give her no presents, money or???
On 7-Eleven cause she can have a cold Slurpee
Straight line of drugs and money, honey, that's no curvin'
There's no swurvin'
I'm so certain
It's so careless
For any lane who ain't with this shit is so urgent
Let me help you out, I here take it serious
That's why when I spit this sick shit it will make you furious
Let me take you to a new dip
Through the woods and glitter thats the place where you can find it
Laying in this new spot
Someone scared as hell, taped up
That's no not gon' wait
How you make police a call it
How they track your phone when it's laying there in pieces brah?
Hah, I'm laughing cause I know I got a funny fact
I wanna see your face once realize that you ain't coming back
I'm so much colder than snowcaps
And if that global warming shit is real I still won't go bad
Yeah, and then that sound from that right hand
Make you think of Rubble's doughters friend
And now lemme get some final thoughts
Fuck it I take it in the water trough
I'm so hood vish
I so shouldn't
I so wouldn't
What the fuck is this?
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